I am not necessarily proud of what I am about to write. On the other hand, I am not exactly ashamed either. It was satisfying, and hot, and brought my wife and I even closer than we already were. So, enjoy.
My sister-in-law, then in her early 20s and ten years younger than we were, was the baby of her family, and a total bitch. She was never told “No” growing up, never disciplined, never suffered a moment of deferred gratification. And it showed.
Consequently; she walked around ordering everyone in her life around, never expressing gratitude for the generosity and love she was shown, and to be honest, it drove me crazy.
I had come from a family where everyone was taught to be humble and grateful and disciplined, and it upset me to watch her run roughshod over everyone around her — especially my wife.
My wife, as the oldest child, had that caretaker mentality and bent over backward to show her sister nothing but exceptional love and hospitality whenever we were together.
That usually earned my wife only more demands and passive-aggressive insults. Those hurt my wife, but she usually swallowed thst hurt and insisted I do the same on her behalf.